the road within
to the home I know
withers thin 
on love alone

fluttering thoughts
wears out the soul
and wisdom sought
burns out the whole

grievances heal
upon the road
passion then reels
to seek and unload

peace imparts
upon the path
repenting hearts
who wielded wrath

it tames the weed
that longingly spill
nurtured by greed
and shallow will

faith employs fate
to find and peruse
and then dissipate
the pitiful ruse 

though that road 
seems to go on 
diligence bodes
a blessed dawn

knit it from time
words strung
around a needle
f o c u s

caress it into 
grooves till it 
writes itself out
f e e l

warring syllables 
smithing soot
from sunder
f o r g i v e

those pointed thoughts
that shiver into ink
let it spill
f a l l

f o r g e t   t h e t h o u g h t s
b u t   n o t   t h e  w o r d s

(Written 6/13/19)

Afterthoughts
I settled for
so afterthoughts 
I chased

Afterthoughts
I could only offer
so afterthoughts 
I became

After thinking
for way too long 
I finally moved
into the now

“No more 
afterthoughts,”
I thought, “new
pathways I’ll create.”

(Excerpt from “March On” written in May 2019)